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. <Ci.-Cb.-0RENFRO'S DRUQ STOREIs the Place to get Good Goods and Low Prices.Paint, $1.25 Per (iaiicn. Quinine, 50c Per Ounce. Stationery the Best and Cheapest.Call for your Coupon, we give 15 per cent of your money back in Premiums.WF ARE HEADQUARTERS FOREVERYTHING IN OUR LINE.PRESCRIPTIONS A SPECIALTY.DOWNFALL OF PUNCH"GET OFF THE WAGON."\, )s)CLD-FA8HI0NED BEVERAGELONGER IN DEMAND.Quick Wit of an Usher AvertsNO Traoedy.Historic Drink Has Fallen Into Disre-pute In These Modern DayB—ThoughPalatable, It Was Unhealthful in theExtreme.Few more remarkable changes havetaken place In comparatively recentyears than in the attitude of Englandtoward punch, says the London Globe.That a drink so pleasant to the palateand so edged about with traditionsshould have practically ceased to existIs indeed strange. During the wholeof the eighteenth century and for aconsiderable portion of the nineteenththe cult of the punch, bowl was uni-versal. It had even a kind of politicalprestige, as being the favorite bever-age of the dominant Whig party, theTories at first regarding It with someaversion as a foreign interloper com-ing in about the same time as an alienusurper. Even they, however, soonaltered their opinion with regard tothe new beverage.In these circumstances it may b«wondered how it came about thatpunch lost its hold of the Englishpeople. Two reasons may be statedIn the first place, in spite of the songsthat proclaimed its virtues and ex-tolled it as a panacea for all diseases,punch was undoubtedly one of themost unhealthful of liquors. It wasgood, but it was not wholesome. Evena moderate use of the bowl would leadto a headache, while the man whoexceeded passed the subsequent day(or days, according to the strength ofhis head) in torments.Of punch bowls much might be writ-ten. Even when they were new ro-mance clung to them. Every househad Its punch bowl, and in nearlyevery case1 it was a present. When ayoung couple were married a bowl wasalways presented to them by a nearrelative. It Is a curious proof of thechange that has taken place in the at-titude of society toward drinkingusages that in the old days a punchbowl was considered a very suitablepresent from a merchant or banker toa trusty clerk or bookkeeper, or froma shipowner to one of his skippers. Itla hard to Imagine the managers of amodern bank presenting one of hisemployes with a tantalus spirit standIn the days when punch was the uni-versal beverage bowls used to be spe-cially made for testimonial purposesand painted with suitable inscriptionsor devices. The first successful whal-ing voyage from Liverpool Is com-memorated by a bowl of this descrip-tion. On it a ship in full sail is de-picted.Blasted Hopes.A Sunday school class of boys,noted for being mischievous and un-ruly, found Itself some time ago with-out a teacher, the last one filling thatuncongenial role having peremptorilyresigned. It fell to the lot of thewife of a prominent merchant, a wom-an very enthusiastic over matters per-taining to the church, to succeed tothe vacancy, and, while not withouttome misgivings, she entered uponher duties with the conviction that theproper methods and a little persever-ance could not fail to bring results.For several weeks it was uphill work,and her patience at times was sorelytried. One Sunday, however, theregeemed to come a change for the bet-ter. Her labors, she felt, were be-ginning to bear fruit. The mosttroublesome boy in the class, the onewho rarely showed the slightest inter-est, was paying the closest attention,never taking his eyes from her. Benton following up her advantage, she ad-dressed her remarks entirely to him,when In the midst of a sentence theyouth broke in:"Say, Mrs., them things in your hati«M£k just like onion sprouts."The quick wit of one of the ushersat a recent wedding averted whatmight have been a tragedy followingthe joyous ceremony. He had beenthe life of the large house party at-tending the wedding. One of hisstories particularly pleased the fatherof the bride. The catch line in itwas, "Ikey, get off the wagon." Afterthe bride and bridegroom had startedon their honeymoon a number of theguests went to a theater, then tosupper, and it was late when theydrove to the home of their host.The house was dark, and thougha ring of the bell would have broughtone of the servants, it was decidedfor a lark to try to get in, undetected,through a window opening on theporch. Being in a happy mood, theparty forgot that there had beensome talk during the day of the pos-sibilities of burglars making a tryfor the valuable wedding presents.The window fastening was notvery secure, and a little pressure re-leased it. Then the usher got hishead inside the window. He sawthe glint of polished steel in the dimlight at the end of the hall, and herealized his danger of being shot fora burglar. Quick as a flash he shout-ed, "Ikey, get off the wagon."When the bride's father opened thedoor and let them in he still had therevolver in his hand. He said, a lit-tle more soberly than he had before,"My boy, that's a great story."—NewYork Sun. Shooting Out Searchlights.An interesting experiment in nightartillery work was made in Germanyrecently. A searchlight was placedat a distance unknown to the officersIn command of a field battery, and af-ter it was turned on, the guns werebrought into action against it. Six4.7 guns were used, the range was ob-tained very rapidly, and within fiveminutes the light was broken topieces. Another searchlight, at arange of about 2,200 yards, wasbioken after a few rounds had beenfired. By daylight, a balloon floatingabout 100 feet in the air was broughtdown on the twentieth round at 3,-300 yards, not by direct puncture, butby a shrapnel shell which explodedclose to it. Two batteries fought aduel, the actual firing being againstdummies; when the dummies wereknocked down the marker telephonedto the real battery, and the men whoserepresentatives had been destroyedfell out.Secretary Shaw's Parable.When the newspapers began to dis-cuss customs frauds in New York ayoung newspaper correspondent ask-ed Secretary of the Treasury Shaw ifhe intended starting an Investigation.Mr. Shaw replied gravely: "I onceknew a fellow who hunted foxes witha brass band." Here the secretarypaused and looked over some leters.Then he added. "He didn't catchany."When Aldrich Laughed."Did you ever laugh at a funeral?"said Senator Aldrich of Rhode Island."I did once. It was the funeral of anold-time acquaintance, and the min-ister who made the opening addresswas absent-minded. He got up inthe pulpit, began to speak, and ttienhesitated. He had forgotten the sexof the corpse." 'Our deceased, our deceased—brother—or sister—' he said, and thenwent on and spoke with great feelingabout the virtues of the deceased, call-ing it always 'brother—or sister.' Fin-ally, pausing a moment, I heard himsay to the aged deacon who sat ina loud whisper:" 'The corpse, which is it, a brotheror a sister?'"The deacon was very old and slowof wit. He answered in a whisper:" 'Neither. Only an acquaintance.'"Here," Senator Aldrich ended, "Ilaughed."BRAIN FAG" REMEDYSOME GOOD ADVICE FOR CHRONitSUFFERERS.Mother Was Satisfied.During a little flurry in the senateover an appointment, some NewYorkers approached Senator Depewand inquired whether there was any-thing serious in it."Hardly," replied the senator. "Itmakes me think of an old womanwho had a son in the railroad busi-ness. He left New York without let-ting her know and disappeared en-tirely. She was so very fond of him j cent discovery of the hookworm, asthat she called every day to find out the bacillus of laziness is called, hasDisease Seems to Have Predilectionfor Those Who Havo No ParticularBrains to Fag—Reclpo That IsClaimed to Be Infallible.The San Francisco News Letterdoesn't believe In brain fag. It ex-ploits the so-called disease in a man-ner altogether its own; a mannermade popular by the distinguished edi-tor of that coast publication, Freder-ick Marriott. This publication in ques-tion has never yet been afraid to saywhat it meant, and its conclusions onany subject are worth attention, ifonly to catch a fresh point of view.Brain fag is a frequent subject ofdiscussion. Here at the East we fre-quently hear of citizens falling by thewayside because they are beset bythis insidious diUculty, and this isthe more apparent, the careful ob-server believes, among those who haveno particular brains to fag. The sourceof the prevalent complaints about thespread of this disease—we find themchiefly in religious papers aud la nam-by-pamby society journala—plainlysuggests the question whether the re-about him. Finally it aroused oursympathy and we traced him toSouth America, and found he had en-listed in a regiment and was takingpart in a revolution. We told the oldlady and she calmly replied:" 'So he's in a South Ameriky revo-lution, is he? Thank God for that!I thought he might be rushing intosome danger.'"—New York Times.Plausible Explanation.Towne—You don't mean to say youdidn't notice that earthquake shook?Browne—I guess I was home inAiguhurst at the time.Towne—But the shake must navebeen perceptible there.Browne—I guess all of us just tookIt for our malaria.—PhiladelphiaPress.First Indication,Young Wife—I'm afraid Jack doesnot love me as he formerly did.Her Mother—What reason haveyou for thinking so, dear?Young Wife—He is beginning toread the paper every morning whileat breakfast.Diseases Known by Numbers.In the larger city hospitals theyoung doctors on the house staff andthe visiting physicians never use thenine or ten syllable words that theyemploy in making a report of a clinicfor a medical journal or at a meetingof the County Medical society. Theyrefer to diphtheria as a case of "dip"in some hospitals, and other com-plaints, such as typhoid fever or pneu-monia, are abbreviated in the sameway, so that the physicians and nursesunderstand them, even if relatives whovisit the patients do not. But in mostof the hospitals numbers are substltuted for names. The visiting physi-cian is told that a patient is sufferingfrom a case of No. 1, No. 2, or No.3, meaning thereby smallpox, typhoidfever, or diphtheria, respectively. Assuch they go down on the hospitalbooks. Rabbi Kohler Made President.The late Rabbi Wise of Cincinnati,has been succeeded in the presidencyof the Hebrew Union College of thatcity by Rev. Dr. Kauffman Kohler ofNew York. The college prepares stu-dents for the ministry in AmericanReform Hebrew congregations andsupplies the west and south withI rabbis. Dr. Kohler is about sixty yearsold and graduated from the universi-ties of Munich, Berlin and Lelpzic. Inthe same year he came to this countryto supply the leading Detroit Hebrewcongregation. In 1871 he was estab-lished in Chicago and since 1879 hasbeen rabbi of Beth-El congregation ofNew York city, whose temple on Fifthavenue overlooks the nark.A work-weary Suicide.John McCartney, a lG-year-old,work-weary lad, employed by a dairy-man, living in Baltimore, shot andkilled himself in his employer's homeMonday. This note was found on abureau: "I am to die like a dogwould, but I am better off dead. Ido nothing but work."Willing Sacrifice.Will Change—I'm thinking of talc-ing a wife.Henry Peck—You can take inin®and welcome.Not the Only Attraction.Wife (during the quarrel)—Yes, andpeople say you only married me formy money.Husband—People are wrong, mydear. They overlook the fact that youalso had considerable real estate.not some connection with this suddenepidcmic of brain fag. The brain is amost reasonable as well as a reason-ing organ. Its habit Is to give exceed-ingly little trouble. The eye, thestomach, even the useful hand, is apoor and troublesome instrument com-pared with the brain. Nobody knowsJust how the brain does its work, butordinarily it goes on doing it withoutany fuss whatever. Now and then, tobo sure. It appears to be raising agreat disturbance. Its plaint of agonyon such occasions is heard throughthe whole system. But the chancesare that it is merely fighting someother organ's battle—the stomach's,probably, or very likely the liver, or itmay be that cold feet have sent an un-due flow of blood to the head. As tobecoming "brain fagged," It is ex-trmely rare that the hardest worktires the urain out. The seat of thetrouble is not there. The brain growsbrighter by work. It was made fortoil. It works while we sleep, anddoes not seem to mind that. Ninetimes out of ten those who think theyhave tired brains simply have tiredconsciences, or much more customar-ily, weary and sadly overworked stom-achs. Or else they have those sameredoubtable and pestiferous germs,the hookworms of laziness. The veryexcellent Mail and Express of NewYork recently found that the hook-worm had seized upon all too manyof its staff, and it set about applyinga cure, It gives the following recipe:Take a large dose of determinationevery morning, fortified with a coldbath on rising, and followed up by anhourly dose of persistence." It guar-antees that this will dissipate brainfag as the rays of the summer funscatter the dew. Try it.The Hen and Her Wealth.It is said that the profitable heneats sixteen times her weight in ayear. Her eggs are worth six timesher own weight aud worth six timesthe cost of her food, Feed plenty ofwheat, oats, grits, clover and bone andless corn.Very Likely.He—There is one woman in thisworld who can thank me for render-ing her happy for life.She—Why, I didn't know you weremarried.He—I'm not; I broke the engagement.A Woman's Version of the Vampire.(With Apologies to Kipling.)A fori tin,ru was. anil she lowered harpride(Even as you and I)To a bunch of conceit in a masculinehide-(We saw the faults that could not bsdenied)But the fool saw only his manljr side(Even as you and I).Oh, the love we laid on our «wn heart'sgraveWith the care at our head and hand,Belongs to the man who did not know(And now we know that he never couldknow)And did not understand.A fool there was. and her best she gave(Even as you and I)Of noble thoughts, of gay and grave(And all were accepted as due to theknave)But a fool would never her folly save(Even as you and I).Oh, the stabs he hid, which the LordforbidHad ever been really planned.We tohk from the man who didn't knowwhy(And now we know he never knew why)And did not understand.The fool was loved while the game wasnew(Even as you and 1)And when It was played she took her cue(Plodding alonx as most of us do)Trying to keep his faults from view(Even as you and I).Aud II Isn't the ache of the heart, or ItsbreakThat stings like a white-hot brand-It Is the learning to know that she raiseda godAnd bent her head to kiss the rodFor ene who nould not understand.Sorry He Spoke.He was dressed in a style that heregarded as most "fetching," and hepersistently ogled the young womansitting on the opposite side of thetramcar. Finally he bent down aud,lifting his hat. said:"Beg pardon, but I'm sure I've metyou somewhere.""Oh, yes," began the young woman,in a pleasant voice."Delighted," broke In the youth,ecstatically."You are the young man who call*on our cook," continued the youngwoman in a clear voice. "I'll tellBridget that I saw you."A Wholesale Bigamist.In Warsaw (Poland) jail is a whole-sale bigamist who is known to bavogone through the marriage ceremonywith seventeen women, all of whomare alive.When you try to look wise, be care-ful that you don't look stupid.'ftp to Mr. Carnegie.Perhaps Mr. Carnujie can inducePhiladelphia to accept that ft,600,000affer by tipping the aldermen of thattown.—Washington Po t.Origin of a Word."How do you pronounce v-a-u-d-e-v-l-l-l-e?" asked the prefect of thepurist. "Vowdville," was the instantreply, followed by the question, "Howdo you?" "Vawdeville," frankly con-fessed the prefect. "But I suspected1 was wrong. That is the reason Iasked you. I take it the word isFrench?" "Yes, and it comes from thename vau-de-vue—a river in Norman-dy. In that town during the fifteenthcentury lived Oliver Basselin, aFrench poet, who wrote a variety ofmatter in prose and verse. And now,after '600 years, every variety per-former calls his act a vaudeville turn.The study of the origin of words Is in-teresting," concluded the purist.By an Observer."I tell you," said Gothamite, "NewYork is the only place after all.""Sure." replied the visitor. "It'sthe the only place where the richresidents go South in the winter, toEurope in the spring, to the seashorein the summer and to California inthe fall. Anyone ought to be able tosee that it's a great and attractiveolty."That's What It Would.If all the trees were cherry trees,And all parents were unwiseBnough to present hatchets toEach boy of George's size,It would be tough on people whoAre fond of cherry pies.